Michael didn't know why he approached them out of the blue. At first, he was just planning to observe from the shadows and let things progress without his intervention.
But somehow, hearing those rage-baiting words from the green-haired man made him want to go over there and introduce himself.
What am I thinking? Surely this wouldn't end peacefully.
As if proving his thoughts, the group of humans turned to look at him, hearing his seemingly haughty approach.
"Huh? Who are you? Begone if you don't want to see the wrath of my fists. I'm not in a good mood."
Michael shot back a question. "Who are you?"
The ill-tempered man scoffed, before introducing himself with self-indulgent pride. "I am named Frick of the famous Faux-Stil company!"
Silence echoed in the lake instead of the applause Frick seemed to be waiting for.
"I've never heard of you," Michael said, and kept on walking towards the Mermen, who were currently conflicted with his approach.
